Rating: PG-13 (I have my reasons for putting up the rating.)
Summary: Takes place a five months after Darla stakes herself.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters… It all belongs to Joss Whedon and co.
A/N: I'm back!
Chapter 17- Bored Now
Darla laughed maniacally as Angel pinned her against the wall. Angel ignored her.
"Is this what you want?" Angel demanded.
"You tell me."
Angel growled in frustration. Darla turned her head towards the door.
"Someone's coming." She whispered.
The door opened and Angel abruptly let go of Darla. He moved away from the wall. Darla, however, remained where she was. She rested her hand on the wall and smirked.
Wesley looked from Angel to Darla and back again. He had a funny feeling that they just walked in on something. But that couldn't be right, could it? Angel wouldn't… he'd never…
Gunn cleared his throat. "Let's start."
"Right. Yes." Wesley drew up a chair opposite the man. "What can you tell us?"
"Nothing."
"OK. Let's start with some simple things." Wesley looked over at Cordy, who was standing by the door. She held up a pencil and a notepad.
"So, what-."
"I'm so tired! Why couldn't have called in the morning?" Cordy moaned and rubbed her eyes.
Wesley glared at her.
"What?" Cordy blinked a few times. "Alright, alright."
"Who do you work for?" Wesley turned his attention away from Cordy who tried to stifle a yawn.
The man shook his head. "Like I said, I can't tell you."
"Is it a secret government agency?" Wesley pressed.
"Depends how you think about it."
"Oh?" Wesley perked up at that.
"But I can't tell you anymore than that."
"No?"
"No."
The door opened again and Faith teetered in. She grinned sloppily at everyone.
"So what did I miss?"
"Not much, Faith." Wesley sighed.
"Good." Faith noticed the men tied to the chairs. "Who are they?"
"People trying to spy on us apparently."
"Oh." Faith nodded. "So how'd they get caught? Tripped over a bush did they?"
"Actually…" Angel was going to say they jumped from the bushes. "Never mind."
"Got any ideas on when B's coming back?"
"Give the girl a break!"
Everyone turned to look at Gunn.
"What? It's her night off."
"Gunn's right." Wesley nodded.
"Let's get on with this man."
"OK, OK."
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Buffy Summers threw back her head and downed another shot. She shook her head and shuddered.
"I think I should take you home now." Riley grinned as he watched the tiny slayer grimace.
"I'm fine." Buffy drunkenly waved her hand. "Drink?"
Riley shook his head. "I'll take you back."
Buffy mumbled something and stood up shakily. Riley took her arm and half dragged her across to the door. Riley chuckled to himself as Buffy waved childishly to the bodyguard that stood outside.
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Cordy rubbed her eyes as she stared around the room. Faith was leaning against the wall next to her. She looked very bored. Wesley sat in a chair rubbing his temples. Angel and Gunn stood behind him. Neither of them looked very happy.
"Hey Wes?" Cordy tapped her pencil against the notepad. "Can we take a break? This is duller than dull."
Wesley nodded reluctantly. "I guess."
Cordy stretched and yawned. "Good. Coffee anyone? Or er… blood?"
"Yes. Thank you Cordy." Wesley nodded.
"Great." Cordy shoved the pencil and notepad into Faith's hands and ran off.
Faith looked at the notepad, which Cordy was meant to be writing things down on. It currently had a few little doodles Cordy had drawn.
"Is that a cat?" Faith squinted at the page.
"Let me see."
Faith passed the notepad to Wesley. "No. I think it's a donkey."
"What?! No way. That is definitely a cow." Angel looked over Wesley's shoulder.
"Are you people blind?" Gunn turned the notepad around. "It's a bat. Upside down. You know. Bats hang upside down?"
"It's Angel."
"What?!?!?!" Angel turned to look at Darla. "That is not me!"
"Looks like you though."
"How?"
Before Darla could answer, Cordy came back with 4 coffees and 2 mugs of blood on a tray.
"What?" Cordy asked as she handed out the drinks.
"What is it?" Angel held up the notepad.
"A bear."
"What?"
"It's not that bad." Cordy said indignantly.
"Of course not…" Wesley handed the notepad back to Cordy.
Cordy glared around the room. Only Darla returned her glare.
"What are you glaring at?" Cordy snapped.
"I'd ask you the same thing." Darla retorted.
"OOOhhh…" Faith grinned. "Cat fight! 'Bout time we had some entertainment."
Angel quickly grabbed Darla's arm to stop her from charging at Cordy. Darla shot him a look.
"Come on! I haven't had a good fight for a while."
"No." Angel tightened his grip.
"Come on vision girl. Hit me."
Wesley yelped and tried to get out of the way as Cordy towards him, hands outstretched. Suddenly, Cordy collapsed, clutching her head and screaming in agony.
"Vision." Wesley and Gunn knelt down next to her.
Angel looked at Darla and then let go of her arm. "Don't kill anyone."
"What did you see?" Gunn asked.
"Um… grey building… soldiers… a… a man being beaten and thrown into a cell…"
"Where is it?"
"Angel! I'm not psychic." Cordy rocked back and forth on her heels. "Some sort of forest?… I don't know."
"OK." Angel helped Cordy stand up. "Go home and get some rest."
"I'll take you." Gunn offered.
Cordy nodded. "Thanks."
"Cordy! Did you see who the man was?"
To Be Continued…
A/N: Sorry for taking so long!